Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoonReally couldn't get away too soonI can't imagine anything that's betterThe world is ours whenever we're togetherThere ain't a place I'd like to be instead of . . .Groovin' . . . down a crowded avenueDoin' anything we like to doThere's always lots of things that we can seeWe can be anyone we want to beAnd all those happy people we could meet just . . .Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon

Last night my sister and I were driving home and she said she needs to get fuzzy dice and a microphone for her class (she teaches Spanish and needs them for games). So I go: "Two fuzzy dice and a microphone.. where it's at!" And she says, "that's exactly what I had going in my head!" So we start singing it together but we don't know any of othe other words. It was just so funny how two fuzzy dice fits perfectly in the space of two turntables.